Chapter 43 The wind has ceased its gentle murmur, and the love letter remains unwritten.
Build a wooden platform and a pavilion.
Fan Xiang is gone; they watched her go with their own eyes.
Tonight, a fierce battle raged inside and outside Jianmu Platform, and they all witnessed it firsthand, just like back then.
Jin Ning and Lin Fengzhi held hands as they walked into the corridor and under the starry sky.
Jin Ning looked at him and smiled, "It's good that you can't speak. After all, in the past, I would get angry at every word you said."
Upon hearing this, Lin Fengzhi smiled and held Jin Ning's hand tightly, looking at her intently and carefully.
It's been three years since I last saw her, and she's still as beautiful as ever.
Jin Ning and he stared at each other.
They were no longer young. Lin Fengzhi's hair had turned white more than a decade ago, and now he couldn't even speak. Despite the love and resentment they had shared over the years, she only felt heartache as she looked at him like this.
Under a sky full of stars, they held hands and traced their lover's face with their eyes.
There are too many messy things in the past, back and forth, entangled and complicated. Sometimes, experiencing too much can make a person tired, so tired that even emotions become a luxury.
There are too many things between them that are unclear, and now there's no need to talk about them anymore.
Jin Ning and Lin Fengzhi sat down together and quietly looked at the stars, just like they had done many years ago.
Jin Ning looked at the starry sky, the night seemingly endless.
She hadn't looked at the stars like this in a long time. Since Fan Xiang was born, she had taken great care of her for several years. Later, she fell ill and woke up from a dream. Jin Ning suddenly gave up many things.
She gave up pursuing those illusory things, gave up making unreasonable demands on others, and lived a carefree and happy life. In fact, she has lived quite well for the past ten years or so.
She turned her head to look at Lin Fengzhi's profile, her voice soft.
"Feng Zhi, I'm a little tired."
Lin Fengzhi also looked at her, at the person he had loved for almost his entire life.
In fact, he has always been a very indifferent person. When he was young, it was always others who took the initiative to talk to him. Later, when his younger brother was born, he didn't care much. Even with his daughter, he felt that he didn't have the strength or the right to take care of her.
Only Jin Ning, only Yan Linrong.
He can never let go of this person in his life, nor will he ever let go of him.
They are destined to remain entangled forever.
Jin Ning seemed to see the emotion in his eyes. The woman smiled, raised her hand, and gently touched his brow.
"Feng Zhi, it seems like it's coming to an end for us."
Her words seemed a bit abrupt, but Lin Fengzhi understood her meaning in an instant.
Their entanglement lasted for decades; their first meeting began here, and their last embrace ended here.
Suddenly, Lin Fengzhi seemed to sense something.
He straightened his robes, then tidied his hair and headdress. Jin Ning looked at him with a blank and sad expression.
Finally, Lin Fengzhi gently kissed Jin Ning's cheek.
The man leaned on her shoulder and closed his eyes.
Jin Ning didn't dare to turn her head to look at him; his white hair seemed to brush against her cheek.
In an instant, she finally burst into tears.
The endless stars shone upon them, but Jin Ning thought, "This place is so small."
On a small scale, he's been watching this place all by himself for so many years.
She looked up and suddenly, a star shone from the dim light.
It's very bright and beautiful.
"Arong, didn't you want the stars?"
“Look up, the sky is vast. Pick a spot, and a star will appear there.”
"That's your star."
Yan Linrong laughed. She didn't want that. She had already said that the star she wanted was right beside her.
It's her fault; she wants the stars, yet she's also fascinated by the world's splendor.
What can I do? She just likes it.
Her lover leaned on her shoulder, the star shining brightly, as if everything was within reach.
Yan Linrong looked at the star and slowly closed her eyes.
"The wind has stopped, the wind has stopped."
She murmured softly, calling out gently.
You hate me, I beg you to hate me, but why won't you hate me?
...
Outside the wooden platform.
The long street was filled with mournful cries, and the merciless and lifeless corpses lay scattered among it, a truly horrifying sight.
At the end, a girl in green gradually emerged.
The girl walked along quietly, umbrella in hand, her face calm, as if this scene had no effect on her whatsoever.
Suddenly, the scholar in blue appeared behind her.
As if sensing something, she turned around.
As the wind and rain gradually subsided and the night grew deeper, Qin Tianshu approached her carrying a box.
"My name is Qin Tianshu. I do not know your name, young lady."
Without a hint of a smile, the girl calmly said, "Demon Suppression Pavilion, Wuxin."
This scholar always comes to the pavilion in the middle of the night; I don't know what's so great about that dilapidated tower.
Wu Xin looked at Qin Tianshu. The young man's face was pale, but there was a hint of joy hidden in his phoenix eyes. He looked delicate and weak, and he really did have a foxy look to him.
If he wore red, he would surely be the most handsome man in the world.
She looked at him without really paying attention and said, "You're very good-looking."
"Yeah?"
Qin Tianshu smiled gently, then raised his eyes and looked intently at the girl in front of him.
"Although it's a bit abrupt, I always feel that some things are better said sooner rather than later."
"Unintentional".
"I like you."
The moon was shrouded in mist, and a light drizzle drifted through the air, gently touching people's hearts under the caress of the night.
Wu Xin was a little stunned, and she quietly looked at Qin Tianshu.
Seeing this, Qin Tianshu lowered his head and smiled. Then, the boy awkwardly handed a box to Wuxin.
May you have a peaceful and happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wu Xin froze, not taking the box.
Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?
Qin Tianshu did not answer, but simply raised his lips. The boy continued to hand over the item, his voice soft.
May you have a peaceful and happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wuxin looked down at the box in his hand. The box looked like a food box, but the smell of blood was too strong, and Wuxin couldn't smell what was inside.
"Qin Tianshu, your friend is waiting for you. You should leave now."
Qin Tianshu looked into Wuxin's eyes. The girl's eyes held both innocence and indifference. The scholar took a breath and suddenly stepped forward, grabbing the girl's wrist in a somewhat presumptuous manner.
The box was handed to Wuxin, and she did not refuse it.
"May you have a peaceful Mid-Autumn Festival, though I have no particular intentions."
"I'm leaving."
"Hope to see you again, but I have no intention of doing so."
The scholar in blue spoke softly, then turned and disappeared into the distance at the end of the long street, where a carriage was waiting for him.
"Qin Tianshu".
Suddenly, Wuxin called out to him, and Qin Tianshu paused, then turned around.
Without a hint of a smile, she said, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
Qin Tianshu smiled at her, a very handsome smile. He looked at her gently, and they stared at each other for a few seconds.
The boy then turned and left.
They seemed to have met before, yet also seemed to have never met before.
Well then, at least for now, their second meeting has come to an end.
Wuxin watched his retreating figure with the box in her hand, her expression somewhat blank, and then her hand gripping the handle of the box tightened slightly.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and someone appeared behind the girl.
Healers constantly moved among the cultivators, treating their injuries, while others dragged away the corpses of Wuqing and Wuming.
Amid the commotion, someone looked respectfully at the girl in green.
"Master, what do we do now?"
Wu Xin remained calm.
"Clean it up before dawn, give it a proper but heartless burial."
"Bai Renyi, a Heaven-level medical cultivator, is the new Wuqing; Fei Yao, a Heaven-level sword cultivator, is the new Wuming."
"Send someone into the palace to tell the Emperor that the Imperial Advisor is dead, and I will investigate the matter of the star map myself."
With that, the girl walked lightly and disappeared down the long street.
Dawn was breaking, and the rain had stopped.
Xueying brought people to Jianmutai.
Xueying silently watched as the cultivators from the Demon Suppression Pavilion cleaned up the mess, while the guards from the Princess's Mansion she had brought also helped carry people.
Before long, the eldest princess slowly walked out of the Jianmu Platform.
Xueying quickly stepped forward to support her, and Jinning momentarily lost her strength and grabbed her, then slowly straightened up.
Jin Ning looked at Xue Ying, who lowered her head and whispered,
"Your Highness, our people have opened the city gates and delivered the goods to the princess. Judging from the time, the princess and her entourage have already left Shengjing."
Open the city gates and deliver valuable gifts.
This was probably the last thing the eldest princess did for her daughter.
Jin Ning remained silent, while the woman looked up at the distant sky.
As dawn approached, rosy clouds could be faintly seen in the distance; everything was so beautiful.
...
As the sun gradually rises above the horizon, the sky is a tapestry of pink and orange hues, with golden edges shimmering with magnificent colors. At dawn, warm light blankets the earth.
At this moment, it seems that even hope is reborn.
Lin Fanxiang watched this scene from the window, and the girl couldn't help but smile before lowering her head to continue preparing the medicinal herbs.
Zhang Xuan was extremely exhausted that night, and he suffered the most severe injuries. In addition, he was struck by Wuming's sword at the end and fainted on the long street before he could even get into the carriage. In the end, Wen Chuan carried him into the carriage.
Qingyu was similar. She had no intention of killing, so she suffered a lot of injuries when she was entangled with those Heaven-level cultivators. In the end, she even fought a life-or-death battle with Wuqing, exhausting all her spiritual power.
However, she was alright. After Lin Fanxiang stopped the bleeding, Qingyu hung her head and said that she was just high on her gut and would wake up in three or four days, telling everyone not to worry about her.
Lin Fanxiang: ...Okay.
When Qin Tianshu returned, Qingyu had already gone to her room to sleep, while Zhang Xuan was lying unconscious on the daybed.
As the scholar was about to enter the depths of the space, he whispered to Lin Fanxiang,
"Dr. Lin's words are very accurate, thank you."
Lin Fanxiang smiled but didn't say anything, simply organizing the various medicinal herbs she needed.
A few days ago, she said she would use the power of words for everyone. Qingyu and Wenchuan both said they would use it later, but Qin Tianshu was determined to use it based on their fate.
Or rather, he believed that he and that heartless woman would definitely have a relationship, but he desperately wanted to know when they could meet again.
Whether it was infected by the scholar's confidence or not, Lin Fanxiang stargazed every night and prayed for his spiritual power. As a result, they were indeed destined to have a relationship.
This is a very magical result of the Word of Power. The so-called Word of Power prophecy is just the most likely line leading to the future and the past calculated from the stars. Just like Lin Fanxiang said before, if there are variables, the result of the Word of Power may not be the final outcome.
However, no matter how Lin Fanxiang calculates Qin Tianshu's past relationship, she can only see one outcome—he will definitely be with Wuxin.
The world is vast and full of wonders.
Perhaps some people really can come together from among countless possibilities.
Lin Fanxiang sighed, and at the same time told Qin Tianshu that he would see Wuxin again on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Upon hearing this, Qin Tianshu prepared a Mid-Autumn Festival gift.
On the long street, Qin Tianshu had been waiting for Wuxin, and fortunately, he finally met him.
...
Wen Chuan drove his car out of the city.
Qingyu and Qin Tianshu went straight to their room to sleep, while Zhang Xuan collapsed on the daybed in the carriage. The boy seemed to have a fever, was sweating profusely, and had pale lips—he was perfectly fine before, but started having a fever at dawn.
When a teenager commits murder for the first time, he will inevitably experience a period of inner turmoil.
Lin Fanxiang gave him medicine and cleaned his wounds. Finally, the girl sat beside him and circulated her spiritual energy to soothe the chaotic spiritual energy in Zhang Xuan's meridians.
The sky was bright and clear, and Wen Chuan was driving the car.
The sound of horses' hooves pounded on the ground, and the light lifted the veil of mist from the vast road ahead.
The boy and his friend embarked on a new journey.
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Author's Note: The next chapter features a brief account of some unimportant people passing by... (meaning it's a very rough retelling of the stories of those people in Shengjing back then, you can skip it).
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